I miss the days...
When a secret was about where I hid my pencils
When my biggest fear was being grounded for a note home
When violence was only played on TV
When guns were only in my video games
When everyone I met was my friend
When the world didn't feel it was out to get me
When having a good day didn't feel like I owe the universe a bad one
When assuming the worst wasn't a self defence mechanism
When having a bad day meant that I still had tomorrow
When "I like you" was meant for one person
When love meant "no strings attached"
When I wasn't so scared all the god **** time.
I miss the innocence.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
I miss the days...
When a secret was about where I hid my pencils
When my biggest fear was being grounded for a note home
When violence was only played on TV
When guns were only in my video games
When everyone I met was my friend
When the world didn't feel it was out to get me
When having a good day didn't feel like I owe the universe a bad one
When assuming the worst wasn't a self defence mechanism
When having a bad day meant that I still had tomorrow
When "I like you" was meant for one person
When love meant "no strings attached"
When I wasn't so scared all the god **** time.
I miss the innocence.
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